Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1887-09-24
villagers to help him in landing the cargo.
Moreover, resistance to the kings officers,

villagers to help him in Landing the cargo.
Moreover, resistance to the kings officers,
in those days, meant death.
I followed the procession up the path.
When we arrived in front of the house
poor, deserted house, never again to re-
celve all its occupants!-Dan asked per-
mission for a halt.
"Pleasance, my pretty" said Dan, Ego
II bring out Il glass of brandy for this
gentleman, and one all round for these
brave lads and for us prisoners. IT'S
brandy, your honor, as nevcr''--
II know, l KNOW" said the officer,
laughing-it was Capt. Pollard, r. n.
well, we will halt for the brandy"
l served them all, beginning with the
officer, and going from him to the prison
ers. 1t was now daybreak, and, in the
cold gray light, l recognized all their
faces. l knew every one of them. l had
seen them ut Bridport, at Seaton, and
elsewhere, when l ven to look out for
the revenue cutter. One Of them was a
Lyme man, a cousin OF John Beer, the
barber.
There" said Dan, when the brandy
had gone round, NOV 60 in, my pretty,
and get to sleep, and don't fret. Where
are we going, sirs"
ITO Lyme first, then to Bridport. After
that l suppose you will I've sent up to Dor
chester to take your trial"
81 shall walk to LYME with you.r
said.
No opposition was made. Arrived at
the high road, the prisoners wero made ia
walk together in the middle, all hand
cutfcd and guarded by the men with
drawn cutlasses. noticed that they all
tried to march mex to Dan and to whisper
in his ear. The whispers were friendly
expressions Of sympathy and regret.
"How did they know I should run into
Rousdon bays asked Dan Of one of them.
The man shook his head. He knew
nothing about it. "Some informer," he
supposed, with IL muttcrcd curse against
all informers.
l walked beside Will. lie was irving
to face the situation, which was very scri-
Gus.
II shall be committed for trial with the
rest, Plcasance. BE brave, my girl; il
will only be term Of Imprisonment, nc
doubt. We shall fight it through. But
my mother must not know"
on, Will, they won't send you tc
PRISON.
y DOUBT they must, my dear. must
think what is best to be done for all OF us
as well as for myself. You would no,
like me to escape ut the expense Of the
poor old man, would your"
There was no reply possible to this. OF
course l would not in my right mind.
Il then, however, it seemed us il even
Dan might go provided my Will could liz
got out of the scrapc.
we marched down the steep hill which
leads into Lyme ut about $50. The little
town was sound asleep. When we reached
the house of MIR. Mallock, Justice of the
peace, Il halt was called and the officer be.
gan to knock Justify at the door.
His worship was not dressed. Could
we come later on?
we could not; the case was imperative.
His worship must be good. enough to yet
out OF bed and receive us at once.
we all troorcl into the narrow hall,
and stood there together waiting for ubou:
ten minutes, when the magistrate cumc
Slowly down stairs, wrapped in II dressing
gown, wearing Il night cap instead of Il
wig, ana grumbling as he slowly descended
The stairs. lie was II portly old gentle.
man viii. purple checks, eyes which might
DC described as google, and full lips. ]
knew him for one of Dams hest customers.
The hue of those checks WAS not due tC
fresh air and exercise, hut to port and old
French brandy.
The harrow hall was nearly dark, lit
only by Il single tallOw candle, carried nv
the maid who admitted us. The worthy
justice looked round him with angry won
der.
Now, gentlemen" he said, "what is
this? Why is II gentleman to he pulled
out Of his bed 81 II cold morning before
daybrcak? Is Bonapartc landcdy Have
you got u French spy Well, who is in
command of YOU"
81 am, Mr.. Mallock, if you will allow
Inc to speak" said Capt. Pollard.
"Allow you, sir-l am waiting for yol.
! am up at this ungolly hour on purpose
to hear you speak. Mary, go bring a pair
OF candles to the dining room. Now, sir,
speak"
~ am Lieut.. Pollard, Mr.. Mallock,
and''-
ooh, Pollard--I am sorry ! did not
recognize you. What with the darkness
Hereditary, do fetch those lights!-and
the confusion of ones wits Mt this disturb.
nncc-prny excuse. What does it mean,
Pollard? We were wishing for you last
night, over as good Il glass of brandy us
ever Dan''-
Here the captain interrupted him with
great nlaCrity.
~ nh here, Mr.. Mallock, officially, as
officer in command of his majcsty's revenue
cutter the Tcascr. These urc my men
these four are my prisoners. Prisoners
step forwurl!'
n hI~i II :,